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After.

He placed his palms on the wall, caging Brantley in, and when he jutted his chin out toward him, Daniel finally took the kiss he’d been dying to take.

It was desperate and unrestrained, and Brantley parted for him in an instant. Daniel slid his tongue inside the second he had permission, and as the taste of the man he’d been dreaming of since the day he’d left hit him, Daniel was barely able to hold himself back.

Brantley tasted exactly as he remembered: salt, mocha, and coffee. Three things that always went hand in hand with his professor. The beach, his ever-present coffee, and the chocolate he always ate when he was nervous—which he clearly had been this evening.

It was the perfect blend, pretty much a drink on the man’s tongue, and it was intoxicating as hell to finally have it back on his taste buds.

Daniel ground his hips against Brantley’s, and when the hands on his ass flexed and hauled him in closer, he shoved a foot between his spread legs and got them as close as two bodies could be while fully clothed. He wanted nothing more than to get his hands down Brantley’s pants, but he was more than aware ofwhyhe was there, and if they jumped straight to the naked part, then they’d unlikely be able to go back.

Reluctantly, he lifted his mouth and sighed when Brantley’s breath washed over his lips. “Want to help me get my bag?”

The dilated eyes focused on his made Daniel smile. So did the fact that Brantley was unable to speak.

“My bag? You know, with my clothes in it? It’s sitting out on your porch.”

“You don’t need it.”

“Oh? So I’m just going to parade around your beach house naked? How scandalous.”

Brantley hummed and drew Daniel back toward him so he could rub his hard-on against him.

Daniel bent his head to put his mouth by his ear. “You need to let me go.”

“Why?”

“Because the next time we kiss like that, I want you naked, and I think we need to talk a little before that. Don’t you?”

“So, you mean it? You’re going to stay? For the whole two weeks?”

“Yes, I’ll stay. But Brantley?”

Brantley’s eyes opened, and Daniel made himself take a step back. “That’s all it is. Two weeks. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Warn me?” Brantley asked as he straightened and ran a hand through Daniel’s hair.

“Yes. Just remember—I’m not the same person I was when I left. Know that and we should get along just fine.”

Chapter 10

“ICANNOT BELIEVE you talked me into doing this.”

Brantley glanced at his new friend and colleague, Jordan Devaney, and not for the first time wondered if the young professor was the same man he worked with Monday through Friday.

After much convincing, the two of them were standing in line at one of the hottest gay clubs to open downtown—Boyz.

He wasn’t much of a clubber himself, but judging by the white leather pants and the eggplant-colored tank top Jordan was wearing, this clearly wasn’t his first rodeo—an apt description, since he’d just moved to town from Wyoming a month ago.

“Oh, please. What else are you going to do on a Friday night? Stay at home and knit a new sweater?”

“You know, you shouldn’t poke fun at people when you yourself have some rather outlandish clothing choices.”

“Honey, I look gorgeous. Not everyone can get away with white leather pants. Don’t even pretend you aren’t jealous.”

He wasn’t wrong. If anyone could pull that ensemble off, it was Jordan.

“So, when did this place open?” Brantley asked as he leaned to the side and looked up the line of people flanking the building.